New Year's Gifts Poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

New Year's Gifts (In Heptametre quatrains)

'New Year, O New Year, will you render us a favour?
Only pleasant things of life as we can all savour,
Please keep bringing for us, each and every day;
Toil, trouble, stress and strain, do keep away! '

'While I come, pushing before me, the trolly of fresh Spring,
Pulling behind me, Autumn's wobbling tow-cart too, I bring.
Summer's bag of hot-stuffs is, on my right shoulder, hung;
While, on my left, trembling old Winter's sling is slung.

Indifferent, good and bad things populate this earth.
Life must have a meaning too, not merely mirth.
Yet, Joy's ratio to increase, with HIS Grace I'll try
And assay, too, with a smile to substitute a sigh.'